Waiting for Him

by Samantha Cole

  Her tears were now streaking down her face, but neither one of them moved to wipe them away. “I-I know I hurt you…I mean. I know now. Carter t-told me when he showed up in Portland to bring me back. I never meant…meant to hurt you. But you were so angry at the hospital and didn’t want to talk to me, s-so I thought you were blaming me for your dad being shot. And…and for your mom, Jake, and the others being hurt and almost killed. I thought you hated me for putting everyone in danger. I’ve lost everyone I ever loved and d-didn’t want to wait around for you to push me away. I’m so sorry.”

  She finally stopped talking and took a deep ragged breath. Boomer couldn’t handle it anymore and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight while stroking her hair and bare back. “Shh…it’s okay, Kitten. I wasn’t mad at you. I was just mad in general, over things I couldn’t control. I was mad at myself for not thinking my parents might be targeted, and then I was pissed we fell for the ruse and you could’ve been killed because not enough people stayed behind. At the hospital, my adrenaline crash, combined with the doctors telling me it would be hours before we knew if my dad was going to make it, sent me into a tailspin. I walked away from you because I didn’t want to inadvertently take it out on you. You didn’t deserve it and I was afraid I’d hurt you. Not physically, of course, but I just needed a few minutes to get myself back under control.”

  He loosened his embrace so he could see her face. “I love you, baby. I would never push you away. But I thought you didn’t want to be part of my life because of the potential for violence. My job can be dangerous at times. I thought you realized that and didn’t want to be a part of it.”

  “And I thought you were mad at me. Guess I should have asked you.”

  A wry smile appeared on her red, wet face. Cupping her chin with both hands, he used his thumbs and then his lips to wipe away her salty tears. “Yes, you should have, but I’m as much to blame as you. I should have explained why I was walking away from you. We’re going to have to work on our communication, but we have the rest of our lives to do that. Right now, I want to pick a few things off your limit list and have some fun. Because of our mutual misunderstandings, I’m going to clear the slate for everything up until I walked into this room, which means you’ll only be getting those five spanks you’ve earned. I can’t very well punish you for something that was also my fault. After that, we’re going to start fresh. Okay?”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  His thumb brushed over her plump, pink lips and he imagined how they were going to look circled around his aching cock. But first things first. “I liked it better before when you called me ‘Master’.”

  For the first time since he walked in the door, Kat truly smiled at him and it was as if the sun had come out. It brightened the room as much as his heart. He hadn’t lost her, and as soon as he could get a permanent collar designed for her, they were going to have a ceremony so everyone would know who she belonged to. “Yes, Master.”

  Glancing around the room, he quickly categorized which one they were in. Each of the private rooms were designed differently and some of the play equipment varied. Several of the rooms were like this one, with a few pieces of equipment and assorted chains, hooks, and restraints hanging from the walls and ceiling. Other rooms were theme rooms, such as an office, classroom, doctor’s examination room, police station lock-up/interrogation room, and a harem/stripper pole room. Due to the popularity of the rooms, Devon, Ian, and Mitch were talking about putting an addition on this end of the warehouse for more rooms. This room, however, was perfect for the scene he had in his mind. Taking Kat’s hand, he led her over to a spanking bench sitting in one corner. “Hop on up, Kitten. Let’s get your punishment over with so we can get to the fun stuff. We’ll talk some more later, but I’m so fucking hard for you, I can’t wait much longer.” It was the truth—his cock felt like it had an impression of his zipper on it.

  Boomer was thrilled when she didn’t hesitate to kneel on the bench and place her torso on the upper flat portion. It was then he got his first look at her bare ass, and what he saw had him dropping to his knees behind her. Holy fuck! She had an anal plug in her! Caressing her soft butt cheeks reverently, he couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and lick her exposed, dripping pussy. Her moan shot straight to his dick and he had to open the button and zipper of his pants to relieve the painful pressure. “When…holy shit, Kat…when did you start using an anal plug? Damn, that’s a beautiful sight.”

  Without waiting for an answer, his tongue attacked her hairless pussy again. Her honey was the sweetest thing, and he ate her like a man who had been without for eons—licking, nibbling, and suckling on the swollen lips between her legs. The more juices he lapped up, the more her body produced for him. Shit, he could do this all fucking night.

  “Oh, oh, Benny! Oh my God, please don’t stop!”

  Her breathy demand told him she was getting close, and unfortunately for her, he did stop. Punishment before pleasure. Squeezing her cheeks a few times to get the blood flowing to them, he rose to his feet again. “Answer my question, Kitten. Tell me about this plug in your ass. And I hope you did it on your own, otherwise I may have to kill someone.”

  In between gulps of air, she responded, “Y-yes, I did it myself. L-last week, I found a shop in Portland that sells them. The woman there helped me pick out a beginner’s progressive set. I loved when you…you fucked my ass with your finger, and I wanted to be ready for you, if you came after me.”

  Damn, she just kept the surprises coming. He grinded his thick erection against the flat head of the plug, grinning as she moaned and cursed. “Your dirty language is improving, Kitten, and I love it. I also love the fact that, despite being on the other side of the country, you still felt compelled to please me. After your spanks, you will definitely be rewarded. What size plug is this, baby?”

  “The largest one, Sir…Master.”

  She was going to be the death of him tonight. With practiced ease, he attached the restraints to her wrists, ankles, and waist, making sure none of them were too tight. Eyeing the assortment of implements hanging from hooks on the wall, he spotted one he liked. Retrieving the leather-covered oblong paddle, he rubbed it against her ass. “Just so you know, little Kitten—before I found out you were in here waiting for me, I was ready to hop a plane to Oregon to beg you to come back to me. But now that you’re here, I think you’ll be the one begging tonight. Count for me, Kitten.” He drew the paddle back and let the first strike land hard on her right cheek. Smack.

  “Ow!!! Holy shit! Holy… oh, fuck! W-what’s happening?”

  He was lucky she was facing forward and didn’t see his evil smile. He knew exactly what was happening as he held his hand against the red mark left from the paddle. The pain was turning to heat and then to pleasure. Tilting his head, he saw she was indeed feeling gratification as more moisture coated her sweet pussy. “Pain then pleasure, baby. That’s what’s happening. Now count for me, or I might forget I gave you one.”

  “One!”

  Not able to hold back his chuckle at her rushed response, he aimed the paddle again. Smack. This strike landed on her left cheek.

  “Shit! Two! Holy shit!”

  “Baby, I love how your ass looks all nice and red.” As much as he wanted to warm her ass slowly, he wanted to fuck it even more. The next two spanks were on her sit spots and the final one he place over both cheeks just below the plug.

  “Fuck! Five!”

  Tossing the paddle to the side, he massaged her tender flesh, tapping the flat end of the plug causing it to vibrate against the nerves inside her. Her moaning and panting was driving him crazy. He slid one hand between her legs, reveling in the amount of moisture he found there. Two fingers probed her swollen flesh, then eased into her, urging her arousal higher. Using his other hand, he pushed his jeans down to his ankles, wanting to be ready as soon as he made her cum. He continued to fuck her with his fingers as he reached over to a drawer in a nearby cabinet and felt around for one
of the tubes of lubricant he knew was there. Finding one, he put it on the bench between her legs and sped up his thrusts. Her moans, curses, begging, and breathing all increased for him. “Cum for me, Kitten. Scream so everyone in the place hears you take your pleasure.”

  He found her G-spot and stroked it rapidly with his fingertips while tugging on her anal plug with his other hand. The combination of dueling sensations sent her flying over the edge and he wouldn’t be surprised if at least half the club heard her cry out. Her walls rippled against his fingers as he extended her orgasm as long as he could, flicking her clit with his thumb. Kat’s screams faded to groans and then whimpers as he slide his fingers from her pussy and the plug from her ass. “Damn, Kitten. I have to take your ass now before I explode. Can you stay like that or do I need to take you over to the bed?”

  As he spoke he grabbed the lubricant tube, popped the top, and covered the tip of his cock with the clear liquid. Fuck, it was cold! Of course the lube warmer was across the room out of reach. Well, it wouldn’t be cold for long. “Answer me, because I’m ready to take you right now.”

  “Yes! Fuck! Now! Please!”

  If he wasn’t so desperate to get inside her, he would have laughed at her one word sentences, but he was sure he’d be in the same frame of mind in under a minute. Her asshole was still slick from the lube she’d used for the plug and he lined his cock up with it. Pushing forward, he was relieved when she didn’t instinctively clench. She was still open from the plug, and he slid past her sphincter with ease. “Holy fuck! Damn, woman, you feel incredible.”

  He was thicker than the plug, but by pumping in and out, he continued to gain inches until he was in far enough to give them both pleasure, but not too far to hurt her. She was panting and gasping, but hadn’t complained at all. Still, he needed to make sure she was all right because as soon as he started fucking her hard, he wasn’t going to be able to stop. “Give me a color, Kat. Green is good, yellow is wait a minute, and red is stop.” He wanted to add ‘please, don’t say red’, but he wouldn’t want her to lie to him just because this is what he wanted.

  “Green, Master. If you don’t start moving, I’m going to go insane. Please!”

  It was all the encouragement Boomer needed. Grasping her hips, he dragged his cock out to the tip and then shoved it back in, making her yelp then moan. She was so tight, the friction had him seeing black and white spots before his eyes. Again and again, he repeated the slow-fast routine until she begged and cursed for more. Unable to deny either of them what they wanted any longer, he began fucking her faster and faster.

  “Yes! Benny! Oh, God, yes! Please! Hurry!”

  She was close and so was he. Tingling shot from his lower spine to his balls, and he knew he had to send her over again before he came. Reaching around, his fingers searched and found her clit. The second he flicked it, she went off like a rocket and her ass clenched with her orgasm as she shrieked her release. The pressure increased around his cock and sent him flying with her as his cum filled her ass. Bright lights appeared behind his closed eyelids as he forced his legs to keep him upright. His energy faded when the last of his orgasm faded and he almost collapsed on top of her. As much as he wanted to rest, he knew he had to release her from the restraints and carry her over to the bed where they would both be more comfortable. He tilted his hips back and reluctantly slid from her body. After undoing the waist strap, he reached down to release her ankles. “Kat, baby? You okay?”

  “Wonderful,” she murmured, her voice raspy from screaming earlier.

  Boomer chuckled as he freed her wrists. “Glad to hear it. Kneel up for me so I can carry you to bed.”

  “I can walk.”

  Despite her protest, her limbs quivered like a bowl of Jell-O. Picking her up in his arms, he grinned when her head fell heavy against his shoulder. “That may be, but this is one of those things your Dom wants to do, and you shouldn’t argue with him unless you want another spanking.”

  Exhausted, she cuddled closer. “K. Love you.”

  “I love you, too, my little Kitten. I always will.”

  He placed her in the middle of the big bed, before retrieving two moist washcloths from a warmer in the corner of the room. After cleaning Kat, he took care of himself, then tossed the used cloths in a hamper and joined her on the bed. She was almost asleep as he turned her on her side, his heart bursting with love for this beautiful woman. Spooning behind her, he finally gave in to the afterglow of the scene and closed his eyes.

  Epilogue

  As the organ music started, Boomer stood tall in his Navy dress whites and watched Kat glide elegantly down the center aisle of the quaint little church. Damn, she looked stunning…and she was all his. It was three months since he first saw her in the Trident offices and fainted at the sight. He was still getting razzed for that, but he would gladly suffer through it to have her back in his life…for good. A ring on her finger and a permanent collar around her neck told the world she was spoken for.

  The day after finding her in the club, they’d spent hours in his bed, having kinky sex, making sweet love, and talking about their future. They’d only showered and gotten dressed that evening to attend an impromptu barbeque at the compound because his mom had driven up to get his dad’s bored ass out of the house for a while. His folks had also wanted to see Kat for themselves and reassure her they didn’t blame her for things which had been beyond her control.

  Instead of attempting to beat the crap out of Carter for kissing Kat, Boomer kicked his ass on the compound’s basketball court in the parking lot outside the training building. He wasn’t stupid enough to challenge a lethal black-op assassin to a sparring match, so he took the bastard down on the court. Of course, there were some scuffles, along with plenty of elbow jabs to the jaw, ribs, and gut, which were returned just as hard. By the end of the game of one-on-one, both men had been sore, bleeding, and laughing, much to the women’s horror. The female gender just didn’t understand how men enjoyed beating each other up out of friendship and gratitude. Boomer was just thankful Carter had taken the initiative to get Kat back to Tampa, and he would owe the man his life…again.

  With Reggie Helms’ legal help and Dr. Marie Sawyer’s contacts, Kat was setting up multiple large donations to a wide assortment of charities which would best benefit from the millions of dollars in the Cayman account. She was making all the donations in memory of her parents and brother, finally happy something good had come from their tragic deaths.

  After they packed her things and shipped them by freight, then said goodbye to her friends in Portland, Boomer had taken the time off Ian had offered him. He flew Kat to the island of St. Lucia where they’d fucked like rabbits for a week straight, in between sunbathing on the beach and acting like tourists. Their last night on the scenic Caribbean island, they’d taken a moonlit stroll. Shaking with a mixture of fear and anticipation, he’d gotten down on one knee and proposed to her with his grandmother’s antique engagement ring. His mother had surprised him and given it to him the night of the barbeque with her and Rick’s blessing.

  Gentle waves lapped at the shoreline as a full moon hung high in the star-filled sky. Taking Kat’s left hand, he’d gazed into her chestnut brown eyes as they welled up with stunned, but happy tears. “Kitten, I love you with all my heart. You’re my sunshine, my moonlight, my past, and my future. My life was beautiful with you in it the first time, and it’s beautiful again, now that you’re back in my arms. I had a dream last night about Alex. I know it sounds weird, but he gave me his blessing and made me promise to take care of you forever. Whether real or imagined, it’s a promise I intend to keep. Marry me, sweetheart. Grow old with me and make the rest of my life beautiful, too.”

  He’d barely uttered those last few words before she shouted, “Yes!” As he slid the ring on her trembling finger, a round of applause and whistles came from a small crowd of tourists who’d stopped to watch the romantic proposal. Ignoring them, Boomer had stood and scooped Kat up into his arms
, kissing her with all the love in his heart.

  “Benny?”

  He shook the perfect memory from his mind and looked down at the petite woman standing next to him, holding his arm. Kat’s Aunt Irina looked stunning in her simple, lace wedding gown. It was then he noticed the music had changed and the guests were waiting for him to escort the bride down the aisle. The corners of her warm brown eyes crinkled in amusement, and she grinned at him as if sensing where his mind had gone. “It’s time.”

  “Right. Are you sure about this? You know I have a get-away car right outside if you’re not,” he teased her.

  She squeezed his arm, then gazed toward the other end of the aisle where Ret. Major Harry Bernhard stood proudly, waiting for his wife-to-be. On the opposite side of the altar was Kat, the maid of honor, smiling back at Boomer and her aunt. “Oh, I’m very sure. Like the story of you and my little Katerina, I’ve been waiting for him all my life.”

  The End

  About the Author

  Samantha Cole is a retired policewoman and former paramedic who has started a third career as an author. She has lived her entire life in the suburbs of New York City and has plans to become a ‘snow-bird’ between New York and Florida. Her two dogs, Jinx and Bella, keep her company and remind their ‘mom’ to take a break from writing every once in a while to go for a walk, of course with them in tow.

  An avid reader since childhood, Samantha was often found with a book in hand and sometimes one in each. After being gifted with a stack of romance novels from her grandmother, her love affair with the genre began in her teens.